Because I’m not comfortable writing about yandere I asked people what they’d rather read, and @theyaremorethanjustfictional said ‘Maybe the prompt being something like proposal and the ship is grillbyxreader? I love your writing by the way!’
(Awww thank you <3)
This is kind of a sequel EDIT: prequel to the Rain prompt which you can find here!
So! Without further ado, here we go :D
It was date night!
Grillby had told you to dress up however you wished, and you would’ve totally just worn your usual…but Grillby being Grillby had laid out his outfit for the night before going to get the bar opened and make sure that Fuku had everything under control. Now, your boyfriend was always the classy, old fashion type. The only time he ever wore anything less than a button-up with dress slacks was when he was home with you. (You still remembered the first time you saw him in sweats and a nerdy teeshirt you’d be so delighted.) However, the outfit he’d chosen? It was the one he only pulled out for special occasions.
You ditched the idea of wearing your normal immediately and dove into your shared closet to find something that would rival his. It took a while of rooting, but you pulled together a fancier outfit and then hurried into the bathroom to get ready.
You finished preening in front of the mirror a few minutes after Grillby had come home, gone into the bedroom, and then emerged once again. He quietly knocked on the bathroom door. You quickly opened the door with a smile, made one last adjustment before extending your arms slightly out beside you. “Ta-da!”
“…beautiful,” he said, his fire crackling warmly and there was the faint shift of his flames around his mouth to reveal his smile. You grinned before placing your hands against his cheeks and giving his lips a quick peck.
“You’re pretty handsome, yourself,” you said happily, “Are you ready?”
He leaned into your touch, “…whenever you are, my love.”
The affectionate term made your chest swell with affection and a giddy smile rise on your lips. You nodded as you reluctantly released his face, and your smile grew more as he caught one of your hands with his own and kissed your knuckles.
Awww, you fucking loved him so much.
As the two of you made your way downstairs to the car you began thinking about what he had planned. Grillby was an incredibly romantic monster, and you swore he got most of his romantic gestures from romcoms or cheesy romance novels. You’d never called him out on it, but there was the time you mentioned how couples didn’t just spontaneously dance to no music together like they did in the movie you were watching, Grillby had pulled you up from the couch, turned off the television and proved you wrong.
You grinned at the back of his head, you’d think he was romantic even if he took you into his own restaurant, and the two of you sat at the bar to just chat, even if Sans was there too. Everything he did when it came to you was just infused with love.
Grillby was the one to drive, and you…only grabbed the little handle on the door twice. He was getting better. Still not great, but he’d only gotten his full license a year ago. After you’d gotten into an accident at work and he couldn’t come get you because of his lack of driving abilities. He had gotten to the hospital after you had already been released and was merely waiting for him.
You got curious as he drove out of the city for a while, a good long while actually. Though, the two of you kept up the conversation easily especially as you had just finished watching a show together.
After probably an hour of driving, he had pulled off the main road, and after a short drive down the side road he pulled up to a tiny cabin facing a lake. Your eyebrows rose and you glanced over at him. “A cabin?”
He nodded, “rented for one night.”
“Oh my god,” you breathed out, it was gorgeous. It was the peak of fall, the oranges, yellows, and browns of the trees reflected off of the lake water beautifully. The cabin was small and from the looks of it, pretty off-grid. There was a tiny dock that you knew you’d probably lie down on later that night to watch the stars and hear the lapping of the lake water against it. (With Grillby waiting anxiously at the other end of the dock because water does not mix well with fire.)
You climbed out of the car and inhaled deeply, smelling the fresh air mixed with that distinct fall scent.
Oh, this was going to be a lovely night.
“Wait,” you turned to Grillby as he shut the car door, “I didn’t bring anything for the night.”
Grillby didn’t respond, just walked to the trunk of your car and pulled out a duffle bag, holding it towards you. You relaxed instantly and hurried to take it from him as he pulled out a small cooler as well. As he closed the trunk, you kissed his jaw quickly before darting over to the door of the cabin. You were so fucking excited for this night. An entire night of just…being with Grillby. No distractions.
The inside of the cabin, once Grillby unlocked the door, was one room. A small kitchen area was to the immediate left of the door, a small seating area that overlooked the lake, and a bed tucked into the back corner beside what you assumed was the bathroom. There was an old wood-burning stove fireplace beside the bed that you knew wouldn’t be used because your boyfriend was a walking, talking fire. It was decorated in the most outdoorsy, woodsy, lumberjacky way possible. Flannel covered all plush surfaces, and everything was stained wood.
“For Halloween, you should dress up as a lumberjack,” you said placing the duffle bag down on the bed. Grillby gave you a curious look, turning away from the cooler.
“…lumberjack?”
You explained what a lumberjack was to him, plucking at the flannel curtains when you described the aesthetic. “It’s a good look,” you finished before giving a chef’s kiss.
“…a sexy lumberjack?” he inquired next, and you got the image of Grillby with a button-up flannel completely unbuttoned, low-riding jean shorts, an axe, and a fire beard and you couldn’t help but start giggling.
“You’re always sexy,” you amended when he feigned upset at your laughing. He shook his head, but the amusement was clear in his flames. As you sobered up from giggling, he pulled a few items from the cooler. Hot chocolate mix? Marshmallows? Graham crackers? You gasped, “Are we seriously going to have a campfire?” you blurted out, moving to his side and taking the bag of large marshmallows from him.
“…of course,” Grillby kissed the top of your head, “…cuddling in front of a fire in the middle of the woods is peak romance…if I recall your words correctly.”
You grinned up at him, “I’m always cuddling in front of a fire.”
“…with a fire,” he corrected with a smile, before giving you another kiss. You giggled softly and gave his lips a few pecks before gesturing towards the door.
“Let’s get this fire going!”
You quickly figured out that when your boyfriend was literally fire making a campfire was easy-peasy. Though you did get to see Grillby cut wood, which he was amazingly good at, and you tried as well but Grillby freaked out after you split a piece in half, which fell onto another piece and you got pinged in the face by a catapulted chunk of bark. So, you were regulated to getting the food set up to make roasting marshmallows and making smores a streamlined process.
Instead of chairs, Grillby brought out a blanket and some pillows from your apartment and placed them relatively close to the fire, but still far enough away that there was no chance of accidentally catching anything on fire.
For the next three hours, the two of you did nothing but indulge in chocolatey, marshmallowey goodness, cuddle, watch the stars when they blinked into view, and talked quietly. It was…perfect. You were cuddled against his chest, contently warm against the chill of autumn night, and…you couldn’t be happier.
You peeked up at him, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he replied immediately, kissing the top of your head. You hummed contently before he gently nudged you. “…I forgot something in the cabin.”
You reluctantly shifted away from him to let him head back into the cabin. After his light disappeared behind the door, you turned your attention back to the fire in order to add another log and watch it slowly catch.
This was honestly, the most surprising turn of events for date night. Grillby wasn’t normally the type of person who wanted to be away from home. Vacations to Grillby were days you just spent at home without working. You’d had a couple of those vacations with him, taking days off just so you could spend more time with your boyfriend. Even if it was surprising, you were delighted. This was…so relaxing. The sound of the lake waves lapping at the shore, the ambient noise of the fire and the forest around you, everything was just….beautiful.
Grillby startled you slightly as he sat down beside you, but you merely smiled and gave him a kiss in response to his apologetic look.
He cleared his throat, and you raised your eyebrow at that. There was only a few times where you had heard that come from your boyfriend and it was always followed by a lot of speaking. When he said your name, there was something different to the way he said it…as if he didn’t want to say anyone else’s name ever again.
Or you could just be feeling the cheesy romantic atmosphere and projecting.
“…We’ve been dating for five years now,” he started, intertwining his warm fingers with yours. You nodded in agreement, head tilting slightly. “…I’ve been alive for many, many more years than that and…I haven’t found anyone like you in my long life………..I thought the sunrise was the most beautiful thing in the world, but it’s nothing compared to that first smile………………..you give me every morning.”
He paused, hand squeezing yours for a moment. You knew it was uncomfortable for him to speak in long stretches, but you couldn’t speak. Your heart was in your throat and you turned towards him, eyes starting to prick with tears. He leaned forward and kissed away a tear that did escape, it sizzled and you laughed wetly.
“……I will forever be grateful for Papryus dragging me to that…awful cooking lesson in the middle of the pouring rain because I met you…….You make each day full of love, dorky jokes, and joy. I know that I take a long time to make decisions…………………………………….and I have made you wait much longer than most would, but…” Grillby paused again, and cleared his throat again, “….I wish to be fully bonded with you to be forever yours. Will you marry me?”
He uncurled his other hand and held out a ring towards you. A small sob left your throat and you found yourself unable to say anything, you just started nodding vigorously, holding out your left hand. Grillby’s flames cracked erratically and brightened as he slid the ring onto your finger. The moment it was secure, you threw yourself at him kissing him in a way that you hoped portrayed your excitement, happiness, and devotion to this flaming man.
One of his arms circled around you, pulling you close, and the other stroke your face, wiping away tears that evaporated as it came into contact with his fingers.
“Yes,” you managed to blurt out against his lips, not bothering to pull away to speak. He chuckled, peppering your face with kisses. “I love you so much,” you choked out, “being so…fucking…heartfelt. You dork.”
Grillby chuckled at your eloquent response to his proposal, and said,“…I can’t wait to call you my wife.”
Eeyyy! First day of Self-tober~ which means, first kiss is the prompt!
This is a piece that was inspired by an old roleplay I did with a friend when we were both in high school still. And the canon character is... Gilbert Beilschmidt aka Prussia from Hetalia. He's a character that I tend to go back to every once in a while, brimming with nostalgia. Almost like going home in a way, I suppose. They're dressed up like Red Riding Hood and the Wolf. Cause literally their first kiss happened not too long after Halloween in the rp, so why not!
